And the way she’s moaning, the way her moans are catching at the end as though she’s close to her own release…
The heat between us, the undeniable fact we’re supposed to be together…
Everything stacks up and then crashes into me.
My cock burns and I thrust faster harder, as she lets out a strangled moan and her pussy gets orgasm-tight. She grinds against me, her hole fluttering hotly around my dick, massaging me as I drive in and out of her, in and out of her, again and again.
More cream slides over my cock, but now it’s like it’s made of flames. Her pussy is giving me everything she has, all the vitality and heat in her body, and aiming it at the sensitive end of my cock so my seed knows to impregnate her.
I can feel my body roaring out with the need to explode into her, to flood her with my seed until her curvy form has no choice but to swell even more beautifully in pregnancy.
Fuck.
I need—
I can’t think.
All I can focus on is her moaning, her ass, her hole.
“You’re mine,” I snarl as I collapse atop her, wrapping my arm around her and holding her close to me as I come spilling my seed deep inside her.
She whimpers and buries her fingers in my forearm, digging in as though for purchase. I grab her shoulder, my forearm across her chest, trapping her against me as we come to a stop.
I growl in her ear, and my woman is panting, still twitching with the aftershocks of her release.
“Fuck,” she murmurs.
I roll to my side on the bed, my heart pounding heavily in my chest. Kelly climbs up the bed and joins me, laying her cheek against my chest, clawing onto my abs with her fingernails.
“Do you mind if we hug?”
“No,” I smirk at the question, moving my hands down to lace them through her hair. “I feel more relaxed then I have in years. I feel, for once, like I belong right here. Like I don’t have to keep searching.”
“For what?” she whispers.
“The next fight, the next project, the next thing. You’re everything to me, Kelly. Everything in the fucking world. We have to make this work.”
She stiffens against me. “Are you talking about Natalie?”
I’m an idiot for saying this now, but Kelly and I have crossed a line. “I know I put my baby in you just now. That makes us bounded, truly bounded, forever. I will never abandon you or my child. So we need to tell her.”
She shakes her head slowly, but then she pauses the movement as a look of realization comes over her face, as if she can’t summon the logic to prove me wrong.
“If I’m pregnant… but even if I’m not, this is big, this is huge.” She paws at my chest. “Could you go back now, pretend like we never did anything?”
I snarl and roll over, pinning her against the bed, crushing her with my chest as her nipples pebble and become hard and needy against my bare skin. She smells so fresh, so ready for another fucking.
“Never. I own you. Forever.”
“So we have to take action.”
“Yes,” I say, my voice feral. “But first…”
I kiss her again. She whimpers, and we forget, letting our bodies tell our minds stories of how this heat is all that matters. Our closeness is all that matters, our bodies fusing together as one.
Telling Natalie could ruin it all.
Chapter Seventeen
Kelly
We sit at the diner the next evening, the sun beginning to set outside, the city still alive with traffic and pedestrians and life. We have a booth at the very end, where my Kaleb looms over a mug of coffee, staring down at it like he’s looking into our future. And seeing the future where this fails, where Natalie and Mom freak out and ruin everything.
I want to reach across and touch his hand, to give him a signal it’s all going to be okay. But we agreed that we wouldn’t touch before we’d told them, just in case they arrived early and saw us before we had a chance to tell them. So all I can do is offer him what I hope is a platonic smile.
It’s so difficult when we’ve spent the last night and morning ravaging each other.
I can’t believe I was ever so worried about being a virgin. Once he collapsed into me and set my body ablaze, it was like we had done it before. My instincts took over and I just realized, I don’t have to be nervous. I don’t have to question every little thing.
I can live in the moment.
But now we have to return to reality, to judgment, and I have no clue if we’re going to survive.
I know we want each other, need each other. But will that be enough?